Judge — February 9, 1884 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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FACE My, my: Swat Bor“ pre y sentative, in his « next erucial questie which is cleverly int tnmask the secret of the lecturer's inner domestic history, ho of ‘which, las Already- reackied rk newspaper ghonl-don 8. (with an air of int sciousness born of his reportori ship in the office of the Tiffle Tattle) —Were you ever married before, Mr. C.? and, if so, when did your first wife die? Were there ang children of that marriage? and if so, where are they now? his being evidently a ern voint, in view of the faet. thd been legally divorced from wife No. 1, wl with the children remain in the old country Mr. C. looks like a convicted criminal, blus deeply, and stammers out something half audible about people minding their own busi- ness, and the impertinence of American new paper interviewers, which the reporter fails to catch, but reportorially ing of, and tender Mr. C, tuesses the me and mentally notes for further us (who has been wholly unaware ior matrimor Plicatious and confusion itaney of her e lord) looks daggers at the lecturer and his triumphant interlocutor, tells Mr. C. t it is time to be thinking of unpackir the interview abruptly ends, (We drop the curtain on “curtain lec- ture” which followed, a tear of pity for Mr. C.) . But the matter is very here; the with far from ending inquisitorial buttonholer has his the opportunity for sowing the eds of another first 1 is pod to be lost. In the Tittle Tattle of the following mornir ars an extende report of thi and with flaming c and ‘circumstantial lebrity’s former marr bilit i ‘Thus is the skeleton in Mr. C. to the inquisitive scrutiny “hy didn't you fare him, HER | T was chased by a man, and o sheet (notwith its very limi 1 savory me cireu- of seane sing con- at at to the friends: and wife No. 2 home, where heretofore it was confine immediate circle of Mr. wherever in future Mr, ¢ may travel, they will find the grinning skele- ton awaiting their advent—the result of the spirited enterprise of our bright and breezy daily TifHle Tattle and the combined ingenu- y and vivid imagination of Mr. Buttonhol itS inquisitorial foreign-guest interlocutor, And this it is that is to-day rece zed and nuded as American newspaper prise, forse No wond Juper, Atlantic cou periodi- led with Dichensonian ** American ns THY, O'CNLLAMAN The Annual Ball of the Michael Mul- botherem Association. ny Ove PASI ball of the erem A named in honor of the genial burg the Shantytown district, last Thursday night at th y Briggs, ful k-thief of anagement of the floor Corcoran, the REPORTER. THE annn devolved upon Pat ion light-weight of Mott Haven, who v isted by Tip Slug the highly poputar artender of Harlem Flats. Buck ‘Tomp- kins headed the reception committee, and y ‘url Tommy were order and throw out all fresh roosters who might labor under the impression that heaven had delegated to Westchester County the mission of. out the first families of the annexe Alderman Michael Mulbotherem, the leading ion, was accompanied the petite Bridget, Michael Muthoth- | cham- | eafe an ta rows of pr | goodly company were jund Pat Slocum, of 1 {companied by Miss de Smytl | tumed in a blue and green cotton | Balmoral shoes trimmed with Til dd two rows of pink shoe strings; )3 lelia Blithers, attired ina ruby vel- | vet basque, ent bi a sweet perfume ¢ | patchouli and onions: the genial Hank Dob- and wife wearmy blick tights, anda antly festooned with eable among the tow, ace 1 two term Taft Swingbrunn ted upon his fiance, | Dolly MeBurke, in te vmpanying i ona back lin, spen-work til her gal ugs, the champion beer-slin Tremont. In their set were Mr. : Bartolph Qwulbrick, the well-known -ty platelayer of the No TL & TLR. RR ni his wife, the belle of 197th street, in ny with their child | Kitogether, it 1 ay Is ering »wonld be compelled. to ran- 4 . Auburn and Sing Sing to find its m i the whole evening. whieh speaks well for t] admirable manner in which Fatty and Sid Curl Tommy attended to their business, ar the desire of all concern : tive oces long to be remembered us ant and. recherche in the an- arlem, Our nish notice specimen cop suit the Des seribin careful analy the words French. expres dozen for 81.0) ts; describin ir, ts colored ladi shion Reporter will fur- f which the foregoing is a at prices marked down to of the times, as follows: fit of lady, $1.00; de- me, from 50 to 75-ets; of jewels, 65 cts: for use of ensemble” and other 10 ¢ word, or a leseribing complexion, complexion with mention of reduction made for The Brooklyn Dutch Grocer. ‘Tie Duteh grocer is the natural enemy of the American grocer. When hesquats down in the American's neighborhood, sooner or later, the latter will have to fold up his tent, and silently steal away. He has been a clerk for man, and, by his ¢ y, and maybe a lift from Ys or his sweetheart, Louisa, he ore for himse! hachele fellow country- opens a He ke | Datel store 1, he anda future in the rear of the living, not on the fat of the land, but on the stale of the shop, and pursues the even tenor of his way, until Loni for her money, and he marr ets clamorous her toead the he rumor of wars, polities or any 3’ or isms rarely disturbs him. While the American must sce Patti, Booth, Fritz or Barnum, or go to the sea-side during the summer, his Dutch neighbor with “ the Tittle Tattle, and from that enterprising | dressed in white silesia trimmed with frills of | for summer exe ursions, the Bushwie ck avenue comicbooks.com